A Heat Rash in the Shape of the Show Me State; or, Letters from Me to Charlotte - Los Campesinos!

She’d a bruise so black they watched it fade

Through the full spectrum of colours

They kept it like a pet, a private joke they told no others

And oh, how the tissue repaired and how it turned to yellow

And she found it disgusting, 'cause it didn’t match her clothing

He said that it’s not yellow, it’s golden

Walk out onto your front lawn and face into the rain

Shout into the wind, this’ll never be the same

They promised they’d be best of friends from now until forever

But both were far too needy not to fall for the other

And how the frequent public displays of sisterly affection

They left her feeling safe, left him with an erection

Walk out onto your front lawn and face into the rain

Shout into the wind, this’ll never be the same

Her body barely visible, as bleach-white as the bedsheets

As stiff as starched, only perceptible

As her middle was still branded

With a heat rash in the perfect shape of the Show-Me State

Your come-on lines sound disastrous

Noise more foreboding than volcano or earthquake

Walk out onto your front lawn and face into the rain

Shout into the wind, this’ll never be the same

Walk out onto your front lawn and face into the rain

Shout into the wind, this’ll never be the same

Letter from me to Charlotte

«They appropriated everything we ever loved

And dressed it up in quotations and fluff

And I had a dream, though said with hands in pocket

I mean it hand on heart, you held a gun to his head

Pressed your thumbs to her throat», in these letters

Letters from me to Charlotte

Walk out onto your front lawn and face into the rain

Shout into the wind, this’ll never be the same

Walk out onto your front lawn and face into the rain

Shout into the wind, this’ll never be the same

This will never be the same

Things will never be the same again